Bennys heard that theres a job going, and thinks that it might offer just the kind of stable environment that her son requires. It has friendly bars, a reliable atmosphere shield, a fantastic patisserie run by a robot called Mrs Tishpishti - and no history of alien invasion.

But you know where you are with an alien invasion. Or you do, at least, if youre Bernice Summerfield. And even she has never encountered a monster whose main objective is to tell her that she doesnt look very good in trousers.